Word: sure
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Beach Boy flavored ballads, musical interludes, and even some country twang over the course of the record. And while this errant diversity could otherwise be more than a little off-putting, Chester French pulls it off (though not without a few stumbles) with a gusto that’s sure to recall a Beatles album or two for the historically-minded listener. The eclectic composition of “Love the Future” is both its boon and its bane. It reveals Chester French as more than just mass produced musicians, but occasionally this multifarious bent also leads...
...only beginning to see that she could do something more with her passion for writing songs. In her junior year she finally enrolled in music classes, which made her feel capable of starting a larger project. Being such a newcomer to Harvard theater, Sarnak wasn’t sure how she would stage what she had or even if she wanted to stage it at Harvard. Molly D. Swenson ’10, who plays Kelsey, convinced her to contact Reddout and try to stage the musical. The resulting production calls for college students to play college students, which allows...
...been taught.” In this hip trip, you can live whatever Technicolor dream you like. Underlying the whole crazy experience, though, is a theme of burning love. It doesn’t matter that battles are raging and bodies are raving: “Sure I know it’s apocalypse,” Reggie sings, “but can’t it wait till I kiss your lips?” This, then, is the true takeaway: when your love life is uncertain—you’re “tired...
...someone didn’t like being dubbed a 2 to Lindsay’s 10—by turning his 18-wheeler into a transformer. He might’ve said he didn’t know where his career was going in 2005, but we sure know what movie theatres he was going to in 2007. Next on his rock star trip is Alaska, where Eminem finds himself surrounded by a polar bear and an Eskimo. He starts nailin’ Palin off her governor’s desk, out of the lingerie and glasses, but oddly enough...
...have 258 heart-wrenching pages on this kid, but none of them answers the question of why write a single one. Sure, he has schizophrenia, but that’s simply a fact of his fictional life no matter how much it tugs at my heartstrings. So—what? If I’m going to invest myself in “Lowboy”—or in John Wray, for that matter—I need to know that his story matters not just to his mother and him. I need to know that it matters...